Earnest eyes, rewarding lips
I love the way you treat my kiss
Bold attitude, untold devotion
I drink from the bottle of your condescending potion
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I’m standing on two feet alas
Only to bend back over
To feel the mastery in your grasp
And the protection in your hover
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Your bed is my favorite reality
Moving up and down, face to face
This is the recovery period
For the inconvenience of time and space
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I’ll be your girl til the end of the world
So long as it spins on its axis
I’ll tuck you into bed and put kisses on your head
So long as faith in each other is practiced
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I’ll be your little minx until you leave us to dissipate
in a battle lost between the cracks
Of what’s ahead and waiting for us,
and what we cannot take back
↣
I’ll stay as feeble and ready to mold
to the circumstances of your trust
To function formally under your arms
in the disease that I call lust
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Earnest eyes, rewarding lips
I love the way you treat my kiss
Bold attitude, untold devotion
I drink from the bottle of your condescending potion
↣
I’m standing on two feet alas
Only to bend back over
To feel the mastery in your grasp
And the protection in your hover
↣
Your bed is my favorite reality
Moving up and down, face to face
This is the recovery period
For the inconvenience of time and space
↣
I’ll be your girl til the end of the world
So long as it spins on its axis
I’ll tuck you into bed and put kisses on your head
So long as faith in each other is practiced
↣
I’ll be your little minx until you leave us to dissipate
in a battle lost between the cracks
Of what’s ahead and waiting for us,
and what we cannot take back
↣
I’ll stay as feeble and ready to mold
to the circumstances of your trust
To function formally under your arms
in the disease that I call lust
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